Past Imperfect | Bree/Joe Oct 23, 2021 17:26:46 GMT
Post by Darcy Elizabeth Peverell on Oct 23, 2021 17:26:46 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]”Look, my goal here isn’t world domination.” The conversation had lasted well into the evening and despite the public’s oblivious nature to what was about to happen she did wish for the smoothest transition possible. ”Europe is about as thrilled to be governed by an American as the republic was to be governed by a european.” Not at all.. ”There’s too much going on across the globe and we’re trying to solve all of these issues under one central government that’s destined to fail. Nobody knows the ins and outs of the government over there like you do and you were the rightfully elected leader until it all went to Hell. I understand everything that happened that allowed Elisaveta to successfully usurp your crown and hand it to Adriel but all of that has been dismissed. Given the circumstances I really think Adriel lacks the necessary qualifications and desire to get the world back on track again. Or.. well .. something a little more appealing than what it is now I suppose.” He was certainly qualified but she needn’t add his wife’s name into the mixture for Briana to understand her intent. ”I hear he’s off enjoying his time with his wife and newborn in Australia. I don’t think he’s unfit to govern completely..” Darcy took a polite sip of her tea before hiding a slight grin behind an ornate teacup. ”Perhaps we will make him king of the kangaroos? The people there adore your sister.”
There was a laundry list of things she needed to get done just as soon as the proper documents were signed and MACUSA was back in knowledgeable hands. She wasn’t around for the apocalypse but the effects were difficult to stomach for most. They needed a leader to set out a list of goals and actively work toward them. Who better to combat the growing tension between the muggles and magical folk than the one person who understood both sides better than they thought possible? Then there was Covid. Food supply issues. Housing. Darcy sighed, lowering her cup back to the table upon the sound of approaching footsteps. ”I’ve taken too much of your time already. Your husband is home.” An assumption of sorts based on the woman’s previous assertion she was providing excellent comfort while waiting on his return from the city. ”Won’t you please just consider it? I’ll be putting someone in control over there even if it’s not you .. but I want it to be you.” She simply didn’t have the resources or the will to be the “world police” as America was often referred to. She needed to look after her own people first and the rest of the world deserves someone that would do the same for them. Even if she’d been willing there just wasn’t a way. She had a lot of unresolved issues in her own life and a strong dedication to locating her own missing family.
Final words toward a cousin as she placed both palms upon the tabletop to assist her in standing, a sign she was ready to leave the other woman to her thoughts. She needn’t take up any more of her time when she had a dozen other things to attend given the hour.
BRIANA ROSALIND SINCLAIR 🍂Wiltshire, October 2021
LAIKA OF GS!